This shit off the top man
But you already knew that (Southside shit)

Okay
This life I live this war is never ending
And the friendly (?) so I don't want no friendships
And the friendly (?) so I don't want you near me
I don't want you to really love me, that shit be scary
When you shoot Glock, shoot to keep your opps murdered
Real fire hit you, these is not props
Just posted at the corner store where I lost my n***a
Boys they run these streets you know that don't slide

Grrt, money keep on coming, bitch shit this never changing
Hurt to see the ones you love on TV
I know, can't get ahead of myself
This life I'm living is real
My granny be wishing me well, yeah
My brother I told him to kill, yeah
N***as die with this stick, there's death behind this shit
Demons inside I got used to it, painless
Rolling with shottas, real shooters most hated
Mmm, yeah yeah
Coolin with two sticks, lots real sticks
I done seen the realest shit
Crazy, you seen a real switch?
Lately, sippin' on syrup shit, no bap
My dog protect, you know I (?) strike em
Was out early mornings we was causing riots
My brodie don't fuck with you, homicidal minus
Fell in love with yu, fell in love with minus
Perc mmm, (?) make me vomit
Fuckin bitches, I stay clutching on my rocket
You (?) out of line, this designer, walk it
We got love for my brothers, (?)
We steppers outside getting giddy
(?) Glock bussin, Glock buss it
Slatt, buss it, (?) tusslin
I done my bitch friends friends
But I say for you (?) slaughter gang
Paid so much for glasses to see the fake in front of me
Hoodie on me real, hoodie Imma kill
Big stick, big (?)
I'm really (?) shit I got a hot head
State the witness, what my dog said
I stay evil, stay around creep your wings scheme (?)
This life I live this war is never ending
And the friendly (?) so I don't want no friendships
And the friendly (?) so I don't want you near me
I don't want you to really love me, that shit be scary
When you shoot Glock, shoot to keep your opps murdered
Real fire hit you, these is not props
Just posted at the corner store where I lost my n***a
Boys they run these streets you know that don't slide